Beneath the azure sky so vast,
The lavender fields gently sway,
Whispering tales of days long past,
In the soft embrace of May.
The Alps stand tall, cloaked in snow,
Majestic guardians of the land,
Where rivers of crystal waters flow,
Carving paths with a gentle hand.
Sunlit vineyards spread their arms wide,
Grapes bask in the golden glow,
Their lush vines a hopeful guide,
To the nectar only France can bestow.
As dusk descends, the stars ignite,
Over landscapes rich and pure,
In French natureâs serene delight,
Our hearts find solace, ever sure.